My pulse grows reckless
The further I delve
Into this padded
Ivory lair

For the promise
That faithfully lingers
At the sudden close
Of each homeward
Voyaging trail

Where hysteria
Blooms
From sown dismay

In these minced hills of flesh
In the span
Of skin, muscle, and marrow

Worn thin
Too frail for coddling
As warped reveries rage
Devoid, of a meaningful
Call to arms